As I spend a lot of my time walking about the place, cursing my inability to drive (or at least to the standard that the government require) – I am constantly coming across little strokes of genius carved into the porous skin of our modern society. I have an entire album devoted to these flashes of criminal inspiration, and I figured one of these a week would keep Brown happy and allow me to share in the cries of Midland’s youth and the lovely forms these take on our fair region’s walls.
This particular piece lives on Britannia Street in Hillfields.
Enjoi… more coming shortly.